Page 24 of My Unbearable Mate

“You don’t know anything about me anymore.”

“Prove it.”

I cocked a brow. My bear was on point inside me. “Is that a challenge?”

“See? Told you. Can’t do it.” She tried to sidestep me, but I caught her lips in a kiss.

Her body stiffened, like she was about to fight me, but just like on the side of the road, she softened, opening her mouth, letting me in. I had to figure out another method to get her to see things my way, eventually, but right now, I really liked kissing Clover.

Like the way her lips teased mine, moving like she was issuing another challenge to see how far I would go. Her hands were on my shoulders, grasping the fabric of my T-shirt, pulling me in closer to her.

My brain was short circuiting. My cock was rock hard between us.

Clover pulled away from the kiss. Her lips swollen and open, her eyes wide and wild. Chaotic, infuriating, delicious energy radiated from her. I had no idea if she’d slap me or come in for another kiss.

“Is that the best you’ve got, bear?”

I picked her up, and she shrieked as I tossed her over my shoulder. It felt so different from when I had done it just yesterday—taking her away from that mysterious camp. This time I wasn’t trying to save her.

Don’t overthink this, my bear instructed. There are things that need to be settled between the two of you that words will never touch.

Pushing aside the chair she’d just sat in and letting it crash onto the floor, I swept my arm across the island, moving the empty breakfast plate to the side before I set her down.

Our gazes locked, full of fire, fury, and emotions too strong to name, just like my bear had said. Clover scraped her teeth over her bottom lip, a move that made me rumble. Then she slid her gaze away from me, picking up the plates and moving them closer to the sink.

“Who’s the lawful good one now?” I asked.

“You’re not the one who will wind up with maple syrup in their hair,” she said with a shrug.

“I plan on winding up with a lot more than that in my hair,” I said as I pulled my T-shirt up over my head.

Her fingers hooked into the waistband of my sweatpants. “These are awfully slutty, especially with that big bulge giving all your secrets away.”

I growled, pushing her hand away. But it was only seconds before I slid them down my thighs and stepped out of them. “What do I have to do to get you to stop talking?”

“You’re definitely on the right track.” Her gaze raked over my naked body with appreciation. “I think you secretly like it when I piss you off. But you know what I like?” She looped her arms around my neck and pulled me down on top of her. “I’d like you to fuck me like you hate my ever-loving guts, bear.”

I slid my hands under her sweater and guided it over her head. She went up on her elbows, giving me room to work. Her bra was red and sheer and her nipples strained against the delicate fabric.

Sweet moon, she was gorgeous. But…

“When you get them pierced?”

“After you left. Didn’t have to answer to anyone but myself anymore.” Her eyes were heavy-lidded. “Wait ‘til you see?—”

I didn’t give her a chance to finish before I ripped her jeans open, sending the button skittering across the kitchen floor. Of course her panties matched her bra. Classic Clover. Never met a detail she didn’t like.

Which made it strange that she couldn’t remember what happened to her in the woods…

We’d figure it out later, I promised myself as I slid the skimpy fabric down her thick thighs. A little piece of metal glistened in the curls.

“Fuck yes,” I growled, putting my finger on it and giving it a wiggle.

She jumped on contact.

“It’s sensitive?” I wiggled it some more.

She closed her eyes and moaned.

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